For his part, he stares up at Azem and their multi-limbed form. It has been a long, long time since he has seen it. It may not mean much to them right now, but to him, it means everything. He hasn't forgotten their promise either. One day, when they can freely indulge in their true forms together...

Snapping his fingers, he summons his own mount and climbs up. The large horse-like creature dips its head and nuzzles the spirit gently.

"Don't worry. I don't think anything could kill him," he sniffs. "And if something does, I will be sure to drag him out of the Lifestream so you can scold him yourself."

With that, he urges Grani into the air. The steed's raiment billows behind it, streaming like the flags of Limsa's warships.